In my life, with the exception of my family, I do not have many people that I hold dear in my heart. Only very few. And among the few, those who I’d be willing to risk my self for them will even fewer.

So when I found out that one of them had suddenly vanished from my radar, I got panic. I have never been an intuitive person. But usually when I really care and put my heart and soul to a person, I could sense if something wrong is happening to them. And I have been feeling uneasy since I returned from Offshore.

At first, I asked a very dear friend of mine to look for him. No avail. My friend was too busy. Or didn’t really bother. Or simply thought that I was being overly reacted. But I knew, I knew for sure something wrong was going on. My guts feeling told me it’s true. What has been happening was out of that Missing Person’s habit. He would always let me know where he was, what he did and how was he doing. He would never not replying my text message or e-mails.

So when I was in Venue last week, I casually asked another friend of mine. And she was suddenly alarmed. So that’s when the real search begun. Apparently there were also others who cared about the Missing Person, and they suddenly bend their backs and widen their ears to search for him. One of the person got deployed to visit his apartment. Thank God he found that his family was okay but the wife refused to reveal anything. Another one got deployed to visit his house. No sign of his appearance.

Finally we managed to get a phone number of his brother. My friends who called him was turn down a bit rudely. This has enhanced the suspicion that the Missing Person is under duress. So I called him. The brother surprisingly was very kind and gentle to me. Fortunately the Missing Person told him about me. He seemed also know many things going on in the Missing Person’s professional life. I could sense that he was upset about something. And the fact that I am an outsider now helped him to reveal few things that confirmed my suspicion. So I asked him kindly to let the Missing Person know that I have been worrying about him and to contact me at his convenience. I would never care as to why. I just want to hear his voice and be sure that he is healthy. I was sure that he will resurface and contact me when he decided that he is ready.

So when the Missing Person finally called me on Wednesday, I was so relieved. He did not say much but promise to tell me everything when we met. So we met last night and he told me everything. My conclusion was correct 90% but there was some details he shared that made me glad that I did not push my way to find him. I was glad that my friends did not do certain things that could have jeopardized his plan even more. So I told him that he should have told me. Now that we have to smoke him out, our smoke has attract attention from other people. And now, he has many more looking for him. And he was laughing and completely amused by the attention. How can he not? His action has touched many people’s life. And his humility has taught them something.

So at the end, it was really good to sit with him, found him that he was okay and found out that many people also cared about him. We had coffee and light dinner. And not long after that, one the SAR team arrived so I just sit and smiling hearing them talked. Pouring their hear out. And when they started talking about golf, I started to feel sleepy. It has been a long day and long week. I need to go home.

Strange as it may sound, I do not have any romantic feelings toward him. Purely platonic. In the past, he had helped my husband when he was in problem and more than once, he had come to my rescue when I need somebody most. Moreover, he had shaped me to what I have become. I am grateful that our path has crossed, and moreover, I am grateful that he is alive, kicking and have stricken back. Good luck, dear sir, I wish you all the best.